What’s your manna?
On July 27th my husband, grandson and I were in a car accident that totaled our car. (Two weeks before it would be paid off in full, no less.)
Thankfully no one was hurt, but it did mean the hassle of replacing the car. Last night; almost 2 months later ~ we finally took ownership of the car that we ‘bought’ on July 30th. WooHoo!
I wish I could tell you I waited so patiently during this time period. I wish I could tell you that I was expressing my gratitude every day that the Lord had provided alternate transportation for us~ for free~ through a rental and then a brand new loaner car. But, I’d be lying to you if I said it.
My attitude? Grumbling. Complaining. Anger. Calling my poor husband every other day (ummm…some weeks every day?) to see if he had received any calls from the insurance company, or the car dealer, or anyone that could move this transaction along faster!
Fast forward to last night. All of a sudden, there was much rejoicing!
As I lay in bed last evening and reflected~ thanking Him for this “new to us” blessing, I heard his still small voice reminding me that the same blessing I was so grateful for today, was basically the same one I had grumbled about for the past 60. God met the very same need of ours~ transportation. But, in my selfishness for wanting something that was “mine”, with all the bells and whistles, I completely lost sight of it.
I repented, as I realized I had become just like the Israelites who, wandering in the wilderness, finally free from slavery and bondage, grumbled and complained and carried on about the manna God provided because in their selfishness they wanted the rich food they had in Egypt. (See Exodus 16/Numbers 11). Instead of continually rejoicing in God’s hand of protection on us, and His provision of transportation during the ‘waiting’ I stomped my feet, yelled and had a little temper tantrum. More than once.
I did not reflect a thankful heart.
So, I ask you today. What’s your manna? What has God provided for you that you are forgetting to be thankful for? It’s never too late.